Su Ran arrived at Ye Zhichen's apartment and rang the doorbell for a long time, but no one answered the door.
Just as she was about to enter the password, the door creaked open.
Ye Zhichen, dressed in home clothes, had messy hair, looking like she had just woken up.
Her face was pale, her body thin, and there were dark circles under her eyes. Her normally beautiful and elegant face now bore deep signs of exhaustion.
A faint worry lingered between her brows, and she looked to be in very poor condition.
Seeing this, Su Ran's face turned cold.
"Xiao Ran, why are you here?"
Ye Zhichen showed a slight surprise upon seeing Su Ran.
Su Ran didn't speak and went straight into the living room.
She sat on the couch, her gaze fixed on Ye Zhichen, making her feel uneasy.
"What's wrong? Looking at me like that? There hasn't been any trouble at the company these past few days, has there?"
